So I hate this and love this all at the same time… but in this post, you’ll get to see me in a teeny tiny two piece with #nofilter – flaws and all. I actually feel a little sick to my stomach…
Sure I created #nomorelies. Sure I am an advocate for positive body image. I’m all for more self-love and less self-loathing. But ya know what? That’s a lot easier to say and mean when I’m talking to other people. It’s a whole other ballgame when I have to not only talk the talk, but walk the walk: in very little clothing.
So yes. This is me:
No thigh gap. A droopy belly button. Less toned than I’d like to be, but perfectly fine as is. So do I look at this and think if I just lost 10lbs, if I just toned up those abs, if I just ate less carbs? Sure. Because I put the cray in crazy… and because we are the hardest on ourselves. If this was a picture of a stranger, I’d tell her she looks great. Why are we so mean to ourselves?
So in addition to the flat out crazy part of me who is overanalyzing my imagined flaws, there is this very other real part of me who is thrilled to be joining these other beautiful mamas who rock their own businesses, who are raising beautiful children, who are happy and confident in their own skin. I look at all of these photos and can’t help but think: we are beautiful and we are perfect just the way we are. Size 00 or 22, we’re all so much more than a number, than a stretch mark, than a perfect set of abs. We’re unique. We’re real. And that is beautiful. Imperfectly beautiful.